Almost Died Today

As I was returning from Noblesville, Indiana today, where I'd spent the night at a Super8 Motel (don't do that) after seeing Eric Clapton in concert (which I highly recommend doing), I was on I-65 with my dad, within 10 miles of crossing the bridge into Louisville. I nearly died. This is what happened.

I glanced up at my rearview mirror, sensing something rapidly approaching, and exclaimed "oh, FUCK!" as a late-model white Cadillac barreled up to our car, dodging into the emergency lane (we were in the far right of three lanes) at the last second and hurtling past at easily 110 miles per hour. He weaved from there all the way to the far left lane, then quickly to the right lane. By this time, my dad had his cell phone out, dialing 9-1-1; I sensed bad shit was up, obviously, and I had a terribly ominous feeling. My dad was telling the 9-1-1 operator to send "police, paramedics, firefighters -- everything. This guy is definitely gonna hit someth--oh, there he goes, he just hit someone".

We had lost sight of our madman over a hill, though I saw tire-smoke curling into the air and heard the screech of tires, and a tremendous crash. Pulling into the emergency lane ourselves and putting on the flashers, my dad and I get out to see if anyone needs first-aid at the wreck, which I had only just taken-in.

The driver of the Cadillac was going from left-to-right when he side-swiped a Chevy Suburban in the center lane that was towing a boat; the Suburban went straight-on into the guard rail, and the boat flipped out of the trailer and slid down at least 150 feet before stopping; the entirety of its path was through the emergency lane. The Suburban had 7 people aboard; 3 were children, and miraculously, no one suffered serious injury. The Suburban was leaking fluid, which I initially feared to be flammable, but then figured was just radiator fluid; its front end was thoroughly smashed, torn the fuck up, and its two front tired were almost popped. I wouldn't be surprised if the axle was bent, too. The trailer was fucked, the bar connecting it to the truck bent pretty severely, though the boat did not appear to have any significant damage, surprisingly.

The Cadillac driver was taken to the hospital; after sideswiping the Suburban, he struck the guard rail, went through a gap in two guard rails, flipped at least once, and landed right-side-up far off the road. He was taken to the hospital, and I would not be surprised in the least if he was found to have been on drugs. Serious drugs.